Another Day Deeper (Multidimensional Ghost-Orbit Orchestral Rap)

[Intro] [soulful vocal sample loop, record scratch, vinyl crackle] (Ooh-ooh-ooh) [Verse 1] [rap vocals enter, boom-bap drum break, sub-bass] Another day deeper in the struggle and debt Though the years pass by, we gon' never forget The people passed away and the people that locked Over trials and tribulations that they copped on the block Another day deeper in the struggle and debt Though the years pass by, we gon' never forget The people passed away and the people that locked Over trials and tribulations that they copped on the block [muted electric guitar enters] See my mama with the worried face, bills on the dinner plate Talking 'bout the rent is late, praying every sit-away Homies on the ground 'cause they tired of this minimal Dreaming 'bout a better life, pockets staying pitiful Section 8, ceilings drip, pots on the kitchen floor We was playing dice games right outside the liquor store Teacher said we wouldn't make it, we was in detention hall Writing out our destinies and letters on the project walls Plotting on the way out, scribbling the way up Promise we would stay down even when we stay stuck Every scar a story that the system tried to keep But we turning all this pain into verses over beats [Chorus] [full band, gospel-style backing vocals, driving drums] Every night we pray just to make it off the block Hands to the sky while we listen for the shot If you feel this way, put your fist up high Through the struggle and the pain, we gon' ride We gon' ride [vocal sample loop] (Every night we ride, we ride, we ride) We gon' ride [Verse 2] [drums drop to a simpler kick-snare pattern] Yo, it's Mr. Malik, yo, it was a day like any other day The kicks were white, the hoodies grey Chilling at the spot, got the lack of something good to say And I don't care no more if they care for my verse Starting to think my purpose on earth is purping this hurt Watch me purposely curve, this wig is an act strange At this point in my life I should be whipping a Range, but I'm not All I do is bop-pop, and I always kept it sick before keeping it sick was hot, get shot What you think that we not type of dude to run the spot And send you out on a cot, disregard what you taught I'm about to level your ground, you better run and tell your preacher there's a devil in town Lay 'em down, lay 'em down, take 'em out with the sound Got a couple full clips, every word is a round Spitting full metal jackets through the head of a clown Who think they slick 'til we catch 'em disrespecting us now From the corners to the courtroom, same cold echo Mama lighting candles by the cracked-open window Names on the wall, see the halos in the spray paint Every fallen soldier that we carry to the daybreak Hold on tight when the nights feel long Heartbeat drumming like a wartime song If you fighting for a breath in the smoke and the sirens Know you not alone, we surviving, we surviving [Chorus] [full energy, layered vocals] Another day deeper in the struggle and debt Though the years pass by, we gon' never forget The people passed away and the people that locked Over trials and tribulations that they copped on the block Another day deeper in the struggle and debt Though the years pass by, we gon' never forget The people passed away and the people that locked Over trials and tribulations that they copped on the block Every night we pray just to make it off the block Hands to the sky while we listen for the shot If you feel this way, put your fist up high Through the struggle and the pain, we gon' ride [Outro] [drums fade, vocal sample continues] Let me tell you something, this shit'll always change up Strange folks coming out the wood, it's bank-rupt Same stuff, couldn't put it any other, those who lack love Got to show respect, I'm everything you asked of But don't know it, move, don't blow it, I'm what you talk of But don't show it, it's like jerking off, pulling out your seeds but don't grow it Don't blow it, down to the riverbed, a ripple in your little tank Speak critical, triple-thinker, yo, punk popping off like they bottle top But when I'm done, same shit, everybody hobble off Like little kids and they tails with just a couple parts I flex and drop and sparks, heaven is a parking lot I stretch and jog it off, best bet, call it off Before you get wet like tartar sauce, hands clammy A damn jam, dammy in the lammy, get your eyeball blue, get your ma-tie loose Start with pussy drink Another day deeper when you're struggling debt Though the years pass by, we gon' never forget The people passed away and the people that locked Over trials and tribulations that they copped on the block Another day deeper in the struggle and debt Though the years pass by, we gon' never forget The people passed away and the people that locked Over trials and tribulations that they copped on the block [vocal sample fades out]